He completely forgot that he had just a moment ago, and he had the vicious idea of killing Zheng Yichen and asking him to fill his grandson's life, and his heart was full of gratitude to him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zheng Yichen waved his hand: "I was able to save him this time, luck accounted for a big factor." Secretary, you have to remember that children under the age of three cannot eat jelly, it is too dangerous to swallow it in one bite! ”

Zheng Chusheng thought so, and nodded again and again: "I understand, I will never let him eat jelly in the future, and something like today will never happen again." I would like to ask if there is anything that our Xiaojie needs to pay attention to, after all, he has just ......"

Xiaojie rubbed his eyes, he didn't understand what his grandfather was talking about, but he was indignant at Zheng Yichen's refusal to let him eat jelly, and he pouted angrily.

Zheng Yichen reached out and stroked Xiaojie's head, and replied, "He's fine, don't worry." It's just a little lacking in energy, you don't have to go to the hospital, you just go home, eat a little more, sleep well, and you'll be fine the next day. ”

Zheng Chusheng thanked him for his kindness, and wanted to ask Zheng Yichen's name, but seeing that he was driving a luxury car and wearing a famous brand, he was incompatible with this backward countryside, and it was speculated that he was probably passing by here.

This kind of character, based on the metropolis, and the countryside are two different worlds, Pingshui met each other, it is estimated that they will not meet in the future, and the effect of asking the name is not great, so I simply stopped asking, but thanked him repeatedly.

Guo Xiaorong saw Zheng Chusheng chattering, frowned, and said, "Hurry up, it's getting dark, your parents are still waiting for us to eat at home." ”

Zheng Yichen had already had the heart to leave, so he hurriedly said goodbye to Zheng Chusheng, opened the car door, and everyone stepped aside, watching the car leave, their eyes full of awe and worship.

In Zheng Chusheng's imagination, he originally thought that he would see his benefactor driving a luxury car to the horizon of the setting sun, and it disappeared, becoming a small black dot in an instant.

In the next second, he was stunned to find that this behemoth, which was a combination of crazy and cool and dazzling, slowly drove into the entrance of the village, turned a corner at the fork in the road, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Zheng Chusheng's eyes widened, and an incredible thought arose in his heart: "Should ...... Could it be, he's a young man from our village, right?! When did our village produce a promising young man who can drive millions of good cars and has superb medical skills, but I, as the secretary of the village party committee, don't know? ”

He was slightly surprised, glanced at the surrounding villagers, pointed to the obvious car marks and said, "The little doctor said that he wanted to go home for dinner, and the car drove into our village, proving that he is from our village, does anyone know him?" ”

Most of the villagers looked at each other, and only a few seemed to think of something, and stopped talking.

Zheng Chusheng waved his hand: "If you have something to say, even if you admit your mistake, I will not pursue it." ”

A dark-skinned, chubby woman in her thirties said: "He looks a lot like my neighbor's kid, Zheng Yichen, who is studying at a university in another place and has just come out to work. ”

Zheng Chusheng repeated the name, and the woman added: "He is the son of Zheng Shuangmu." ”

Zheng Chusheng's face suddenly turned pale: "The grandson of the old secretary." ”

Zheng Yichen's grandfather was the previous secretary of Zhengjia Village, and if he hadn't helped Zheng Chusheng to take the position, the position of secretary of the village party committee might not have been Zheng Chusheng's turn.

Zheng Chusheng is also a grateful person, every year during the Chinese New Year, he will prepare a gift to visit the old secretary, the number of etiquette is sufficient, the old secretary died three years ago, and the friendship between the two families has weakened a lot.

Zheng Chusheng is quite familiar with the sons of the old secretary, he doesn't know much about the situation of his daughter's husband's family, and he has met Zheng Shuangmu a few times, and he doesn't take a little teacher to heart, let alone his son.

Zheng Chusheng asked seriously: "Are you sure you are not mistaken?" ”

The woman was originally determined, but when he forced her to ask, she didn't know the bottom of her heart: "Well, ah, it looks very similar, but I don't dare to pack the ticket......"

She spoke hesitantly, and suddenly her eyes lit up, and she pointed to a man in a gray down jacket who walked opposite and said, "Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived, secretary, isn't that person over there Zheng Shuangmu?" Let him come over and ask questions. ”

She beckoned and shouted, "Shuangmu, come here, the secretary has something to ask you." ”

Zheng Shuangmu grabbed the fishing rod in his left hand, and held a half-full bucket in his right hand, in which a few large river fish were crowded, slowly approached, beckoned to a few acquaintances, and said hello one by one, then he bowed his head to Zheng Chusheng and asked in a deep voice: "Secretary, what's the matter?" ”

He is nearly fifty years old, about one meter six five tall, slightly chubby, bronzed skin, a pair of eyes with bright eyes, and a righteous face, others stand in front of Zheng Chusheng, either humble or restrained, Zheng Shuangmu is neither humble nor arrogant, treating him as an ordinary person.

If Zheng Chusheng met this kind of character in the past, he would definitely be unhappy, but considering that he is likely to be the father of the life-saving benefactor, a little self-pride can still be tolerated.

"Shuangmu, I heard that you and Hua Ru's son graduated from college and came out to work, congratulations, the family has another source of income."

"Thank you for your concern."

"I don't know what major he studied?"

"He studied Chinese medicine and majored in acupuncture and massage."

Zheng Chusheng breathed a little, and his tone involuntarily raised: "Acupuncture is a medical skill that can treat people by pricking people with needles?" ”

"That's right, I used to have frozen shoulder, and he also cured me with needles."

Zheng Chusheng probably had the bottom in his heart, changed his arm to hug the child, and said kindly: "Shuangmu, has your son ever mentioned going home?" ”

Zheng Shuangmu didn't know why, and replied honestly: "He and my lover on the phone last night, and he did say that he was going to take the object home today, let us check it, calculate the time, it's almost time." ”

"Take the object...... Zheng Chusheng's mind swept over Guo Xiaorong's glamorous face, "Then did he mention that he was going to drive back?" ”

"It's said that I want to drive, hehe, I guess I borrowed a car from a friend."

Everything was right seamlessly, Zheng Chusheng had no doubt about Zheng Yichen's identity, laughed, reached out and patted Zheng Shuangmu's shoulder: "The good son you gave birth to is terrifying in the future!" ”

Others are also giggling, saying that the tiger father has no dogs, and praised Zheng Yichen repeatedly, envying him for cultivating an excellent son.

Zheng Shuangmu looked dazed, seeing that everyone's praise was not polite, but he didn't know what his son had done, and asked hesitantly: "Our family Yichen, what did you do?" ”

A sharp-tongued man had already taken over and recounted Zheng Yichen's astonishing medical skills to revive a dying child a moment earlier.

Zheng Chu was afraid that his grandson would leave a psychological shadow after listening to his resurrection, so he avoided the conversation with Zheng Shuangmu to prevent his grandson from hearing the conversation.

He coaxed his grandson on his lips, and he really had mixed feelings in his heart.

Many years ago, he inherited the support of the old secretary and became the new secretary of the village party committee.

When Zheng Shuangmu was surrounded by the villagers to talk about his son's great achievements, Zheng Yichen drove the car, and as soon as he passed the corner, he immediately stopped the car and said dejectedly: "Xiaorong, I am now weak, I am about to collapse, you come to drive a car for a long distance, I am worried about fatigue driving and causing a car accident." ”

He gave the child a heart-piercing needle, almost exhausted all his strength, exhausted his mental strength, if he hadn't been strong-willed, he would have collapsed long ago.

Guo Xiaorong said disdainfully: "Since you are tired, to put it bluntly, you have to die in front of your fellow villagers." ”

Zheng Yichen panted: "No way, didn't you see the enthusiastic eyes of the villagers?" They simply worship me like a god, and they want to spend their whole lives to support me, even if a scorch thunder splits me to the tribulation and soars, they will take it as real, if they pass out like a puddle of mud, aren't they destroying the Great Wall? ”

Guo Xiaorong saw that he said a few more words, and it took a lot of effort, she shook her head secretly, didn't speak again, and switched parking spaces with him.

The countryside is not as good as the city, even after more than ten years, the road conditions and layout have not changed much, and it can be regarded as a familiar road, without Zheng Yichen's guidance, with memory, you can also drive in the direction of Zheng Yichen's house.

On the way to Zheng Yichen's house, I also passed by the house where Guo Xiaorong lived when she was a child, which had been abandoned for a long time.

Zheng Yichen practiced that set of breathing and breathing heart method for a long time, the longer the days, the more refined the internal strength, from the village entrance to his house is only a little more than three minutes away, between a few breaths, he has recovered a lot of strength, energetic, the sound is like a bell, take the initiative to talk and laugh with Guo Xiaorong, alleviate the depression in Guo Xiaorong's heart, if Guo Xiaorong is not familiar with his personality, almost thought that his prostration just now was weak, it was a deliberate show of weakness.

Most of the rural areas are bungalows, and the width of the alleys is narrow, so it is impossible for cars to pass through, so they can only park on the side of the spacious road, get off the car, and walk dozens of meters before arriving at Zheng Yichen's home.

Zheng Yichen asked Guo Xiaorong to help carry a few gifts, took out the key, opened the iron door, and the two walked in.

In front of me is an open square courtyard, half sandy, half concrete, the sand is planted with potted flowers and plants, there is a well next to it, and the cement floor is placed with a rattan chair and a wooden table, on the table is a half-read book, the title of the book is the autobiography of the Showa chess saint Wu Qingyuan "The Spirit of the Middle".

This rattan chair is Zheng Shuangmu's exclusive seat, and books are also the type he reads, he is an amateur early stage Go player, although he can't be compared with a master, he is also a lonely and detached existence in the village.

He often admonished Zheng Yichen that learning chess requires playing music to make progress, but Zheng Yichen has no talent for Go, and after studying for several months, he is still a stinky chess basket, and every time he plays chess, he shamelessly falls Tianyuan, which makes Zheng Shuangmu very angry and criticized.

The left corner of the door near the hall of the small courtyard is a toilet, and the right corner is the kitchen, the wind of the range hood is blowing, and the pipe stretched out is emitting wisps of oil smoke, Zheng Yichen knew that it was his mother cooking at a glance, smiled and shouted: "Dad, Mom, I'm going home!" ”